[(In reference to life/ humanity in specific)] "It is an infectious disease, a disgusting parasite an ugly wound that leaks and festurs all over the universe!"
The man gazes out of the glass window seperating himself from the void that surrounded his vessel.
To his right side many people observed him, dressed in their shiny mettalic space garments.
The man turns to face them, they are faced with his grey hair, his wrinkled skin and his dry lips.
"Your eyes are the reason for this!" The man shouts, as he salutes the many humans before him.
His body shrivels and die as the others cheer him on.
Long after he is dead, and the blackness of space has taken over the vessel and even after the others bones had faded to dust, the mans eyes stayed, peering out of that window into the black nothingness that would never be nonexistence itself.
YOU ARE READING
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RandomLife is a journey, One filled with more questions than answers. So whats a meaningless creature like ourself have to gain from it? *This is A story smd.
